“You wanna see who’s in the hallway? Why don’t you go and sit out there? Take your goddamn time.” She grabbed my arm And kicked me out of music class.

As I sat in the hallway,Tufting the carpet between my fingers,Listening to my compatriots sing,I mulled over the words,“Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims’ pride,From ev’ry mountainsideLet freedom ring!”

And I was a little confused, Because no father of mine had ever died here,As far as I knew.I was the first one - (Proudly)The first American-born AmericanIn my family.

But, I knew I loved this country More than anyone. More than that idiot now oppressing my freedom. For sure.

Children have the keenest sense of injusticeAs you may remember.

So I decided, there in the hallway,That if it came down to it,If someone had to die to keep freedom ringing,If it came to my turn,